Carpe Diem Haiku – worship (a haibun)
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
When switch-blades shine in a moon-lit back-alley, you know you’re not alone. Linked to Carpe Diem — May 18, 2014
Even in the smallest kitten the mighty lion’s heart is beating Linked to Carpe Diem — May 17, 2014
In Flanders Field by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely […]
candle flickers in breeze from opened door she’s not alone hungry men sharing a handful of rice – almost content Linked to Carpe Diem — May 16, 2014
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